This is a song about "My ex"

So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

My ex wont settle for joint custody, she controls men like puppetry,

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Ex-convict but still behind them bars